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Ice Queen, she is a big Predacon Pirate with a oddball crew and a living ship. She’s old enough to know not to do the thing…but still doing it.
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[Art by Cavalier Convoy]
Ice Queen, she is a big Predacon Pirate with a oddball crew and a living ship. She’s old enough to know not to do the thing…but still doing it.
Independent (semi selective) original character Predacon roll play and ask blog.
At least to cold inclined predacons.
Dreaded Wings was settled half in the sea water, partly on land by way of an upper cargo bay’s ramp. The attack ship seemed happy with the cold salt water as much as the crew was paying in the snow.
Hatchlings were aloud to romp around the extended ramp and only under the watch of the colony, shooed inside to warm up and drink energon before being let loose to play again.
One predacon moved a little farther, pushing her beast mode head into the snow backs and rubbing around for a good snow bath....and to numb her fangs honestly.
Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Transformers (Bay Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Crosshairs (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Hound (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, OCs, Leadfoot (Transformers), Steeljaw, Steeljaw Drones (Transformers) Additional Tags: Transformers: Age of Extinction (2014), placed a few years before the fourth movie, Cyber-wolf, Cybertronian fauna Summary:
"Really. Having a human is only good for keeping cover. At least a younger one can be... trained...? Don't touch the youngling Hound, yea'll scaring her- it- her. Stop that," Crosshairs growled as he stalked over to the bigger mech, blunted claws reaching to grab the organic Hound had picked up.
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Finally, some of the raw tension eased in the younger mecha’s frame. Not as still-ridged in anger-fear. The weapon lowered a little with a warning growl. If Crosshairs had standard armor, more panels would have flailed out but the over armor made it harder for him to bristle as normal. Not that he did not do a good attempt, he just did not have the same kibble. Crosshairs let go of the cyber-wolf’s collar, dropping Steeljaw at last as he demanded, “Hand ‘er over.”
Leadfoot vented, but he was old enough to know to stay calm in this case, holding out his hand a little more and opened his digits. The femling human did not try for another bolt, more so as Amy seemed to have used up all her energy reserves. Amy just peeked up as she heard Stealjaw whining his protests and guilt, tensing in response to the cyber-wolf coming to hide behind Leadfoot’s legs. Then familiar blunted claws were picking her up, the girl instantly let go of the new mech’s forefinger and latched onto Crosshairs. Pulled out of the strange energy field only to be wrapped up into Crosshairs’ own again.
The green and black striped mech stepped back, growling despite himself as he pressed Amy carefully against his front. Keeping her secured against him, an award but a real attempt to give reassurance as he got some space. Crosshairs dropped the weapon, sliding it into the holster inside his over armor rather than the one on his leg. Crosshairs gave a growling purr, rubbing his thumb against Amy’s side and back in a reassuring attempt that seemed to work as he backed away a few more paces.
Crosshairs’ lenses lifted off his optics as the taller mech checked over his apparent human from a safe distance. Once seeing this Leadfoot shifted and relaxed a bit, leaning on his cane after shifting it to his right side. Easing some of the pressure and pain from his damaged sounder, not so much from his hip though, “Better?” the older mech drawled, smiling slowly.
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The forest was in an interesting state of calm, not quiet as the assorted smaller bugs and creatures still chirped and chittered in the evening light. Yet the bigger predators were staying eerily calm and inactive. Anything larger had quietly made their way out of the area for now. The alien metallic smell of Cybertronian armor strange enough to drive primal things away for now. It would normally took a few metacycles (a few local decades) before wildlife calmed down around his people. Thankfully one or two local species got used to his kind faster, like the humans.
The big, older mecha chuckled to himself as he looked down at the two smaller beings in his lap.The bright blue and silver of the minicon, as well as the warm green shads colors of the girl’s cloths stood out against the rusty-golden paint on his frame. The mech lifted one hand slowly, cupped and ready to catch or nudge the play-wrestling pair back onto the top of his left leg if they moved too far. His minicon partner would be just fine falling off, but he was worried about the organic youth falling off, or getting stuck under Squeaks. Even as light as a Minicon was, he would be very heavy compared to the girl for a long time yet.
Canopy was, of course, no help what so ever to either of the two other wise. Not feeling the need to pick a ‘side’ of the youths play fighting. He was getting far more amusement watching them, though his energy field was flooded for warm affection for the two. Maybe giving extra reassurance to the girl, a noticeably pride to Squeaks for not being rough or pushing it too far.
Primus, when had he before a sire?
A startled chitter-meep came from Squeaks as his tickle-attack was countered by a hug-attacked.
The rusty golden mech shook his head bemused. That was right, when he found the youngish minicon on an abandoned colony. Then again when he just could not stand to leave the organic sparkling to the Decepticon hunting party a few months ago. Canopy consider the smaller of his friends. She was newly in his charge, though by the mech’s own choice.
So far he had not regretted it. Even if Isabella needing more care more often, as one had to do with young things.
A life saved was a life saved after all.
